It seems as if this years crop of late blooming roses are even more heart breakingly beautiful than ever. June roses are certainly lovely but the later the bloom- the more amazing the flower.
This week I finally got around to visiting the BBG to say goodbye to the rosebushes before the first frost swallows them whole. Why is it that dying flowers seem to ooze more romance than their newly bloomed neighbors?
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